He already knew these men were cannibals and therefore he had to be very careful! What if the guy he chose and finally seduced ate him after they had finished making love? But then he was so desperate he didn't much bother about that part of the scenario yet. Again maybe, he could save one of those prisoners. Surely those guys weren't cannibals?! As he thought all these things he climbed to the top of the little hill above his 'fortress' and saw thirty men dancing around a fire down below on the shore. Something was cooking in a huge pot, but Robinson couldn't be sure what it was or whether it was indeed human meat. As he watched the lean and strong figures of the dancing men his cock hardened with his long pent-up lust and he slowly pumped his hips into the ground.
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Adventures of gay Robinson on the Island
Cousins
The water was awesome. Perfectly warmed by the sun - and perfectly occupied by my now naked cousin. We swam around for a bit and shot the shit. I asked about his plans for college, and he asked me all the junk about college - classes, grades - how many girls I had slept with etc. Then he suggested we play a little water wrestling. Now I was in a bind. If I said no, he would wonder why, If I said yes, he would almost surely find my hardon. So, I took my chances - after all, this way I could "accidently" run my hand accros his cock a couple times I figured.
Fucking the Prayers ouf of the Bibleboy
God, he was hot. All fuzzy haired around his pucker, ring stained with brown shit, but smooth and wet with nervous sweat. I'd feed him a couple fingers, holding his head back by his long black hair, rummaging in his throat, feeling up his tongue. The boy got his tongue out to lap at my lube fingers. Man, oh man! " Lube'm good baby," I coaxed and he'd just gurgle and smile and slather all over my pinkies. By then, he'd have dug himself a little rut in the pine needles. Boy could never keep any nails on his fingers.
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He nearly ran the four-way stop, hardly recognizing the dirt road crossing the highway as a route of transportation. It dawned on him this was the dirt road he was looking for, and turned down it, still lost in his thoughts of anger and desire. It seemed like the road hadn't been traveled in ages, and some of the holes washed out by the spring rains seemed more like gullies. He spotted an old ramshackle house up ahead, and figured he'd made it. He pulled in the "driveway", got out of the truck and walked up to the house, knocked loudly and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again. Still nothing. He was getting more and more pissed, standing there waiting when he heard "You must be Craig. I'm Tom," and whirled around to look.
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I was still in high school back then running eighteen, and beginning to get that ol' itch between my legs. I tried talking to my brother about it, but he had his head in the clouds for a girl that lived on the next spread up the road. He'd sneak off just about every night after supper, and go trottin'up to their place to see her. They had a secret place in a Tamarak stand where they could mess around without being caught by her ol'man.
Roadwork Cock Driver
The cop then grabbed at our rock hard dicks and began to play with them. Forcing them together he licked all around our cockheads. He then took each of our cocks deep into his mouth in turn. It was when the trooper was mouth fucking the truck driver and I was jerking myself that the driver shot his wad. The trooper pulled off and let the cum shoot up into the air and caught every drop in his wide opened mouth. The trooper didn't miss a blob of the drivers cream. The trooper dropped the driver's dick and began to go down on mine. "Oh shit, here I cum!" I shot a few wads deep into the cop and then he did like he did with the driver. he coaxed the rest of my cream out by jerking my shaft, the droplets of cum he caught with his tongue.
Fucking the Prayers ouf of the Bibleboy
God, he was hot. All fuzzy haired around his pucker, ring stained with brown shit, but smooth and wet with nervous sweat. I'd feed him a couple fingers, holding his head back by his long black hair, rummaging in his throat, feeling up his tongue. The boy got his tongue out to lap at my lube fingers. Man, oh man! " Lube'm good baby," I coaxed and he'd just gurgle and smile and slather all over my pinkies. By then, he'd have dug himself a little rut in the pine needles. Boy could never keep any nails on his fingers.
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As the dust settled, I could hear Rob coughing, trying to clear the sandy grime from his throat. "Where the fuck ya think you're goin' Kid, a fire?", he asked. I watched as he pulled out his red bandanna and wiped the dirt of his disgruntled face. The sweat formed rivulets meandering over his pecs and down over his muscled gut - then racing toward the bulging crotch hidden beneath his well-worn 501's. I didn't know just why, but I had always been drawn to the sight of a working cowboy, but I had - and here stood a perfect example of the type my mind worshipped.
My Cousin in the Barn
I carefully put my hand on his waist, gently raised the elastic material about an inch and slowly slid my hand into his suit. I felt warmth and some hair as my hand moved farther down into his crotch. His dick was pointing down, held in place by the tight swim suit and I used two fingers to gently ease his dick head back to where I had more room to maneuver. It came slowly at first and then fell backward with a tiny little plop. But what a disappointment! The reason it made a tiny little plop was because it was a tiny little dick and besides that, the friction of his dick head against the inside of his suit made him stir and roll over. I didn't even get to hold the whole thing in my hand: not that it would have taken my whole hand to hold it.
Christmas And Mark
I went downstairs just as the phone began to ring. I switched on the tree lights on the way to the phone. Guess it is Mom with an update on what is happening. But it was my friend Mark. He lives on the next farm, about a mile away, and we have been best friends forever. Same age, same class in school, same interests. We both play soccer and at least try to compete in track. He is slightly taller than me and blond with blue eyes. Hey dude, he said. Opened your presents yet? At my house, we always opened on Christmas Eve. I told him what had happened. There was a lot of silence from his end.
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